If talking about the most stable life in Linjiang City now, it is Song Meng who is the'Guilty Man'.
A small noodle stall actually requires him to spend all his time running it. Get up early in the morning, make noodles, start a fire, and boil water. When the water is boiled, I have to set up the tables and chairs and polish them to shine. Only then will the Tom Bo wake up and teach him to make the secret soup. When everything is ready, we have to buy fresh vegetables. After washing, we will remove the leaves and wait for them to be put into the pot with the noodle soup.
Finally, all this was done, and before Song Meng took a breath, the guests came to the door.
From getting up before dawn and staying busy until the sun goes down, I still need to send away a few guests who are lying on the table and don't want to go, before they can clean up and go to rest.
He found that any beauty in this world was not as attractive as the damp thin bed in front of him that would crawl over a few bugs from time to time. As long as he lay on his head, he could even groan comfortably.
Tired, no need to think, no need to fight, there is no iron and blood of the past, only the fragrant noodle soup in front of you.
When he first started, he was a little strange, why so many people came to eat the food at this stall, it looked obviously not very clean. It was also because of the large number of people that made him so tired. But after eating it a few times, he found that he also liked this noodle soup, as if he hadn't eaten enough for a lifetime. It didn't mean that it was too delicious. On the contrary, the taste was a bit dull, and he couldn't say anything'good', but just eat it. Not greasy.
He was also very surprised, why didn't Tang Bo make this stall bigger, and could even build a large shop, when he hired some guys, he would only save him such a coolie.
In the end, what puzzled him was that before... This busy stall didn't have its own. It was all managed by Tom Bo. How could he... do so many things? Obviously I feel so tired even in a prime of life.
But Tom Bo explained all this in one sentence: "I'm used to it, I don't want to change."
It was the same today. Song Meng took the last bench and shook his bedding. While thinking about when to go to the mountain to get some soft hay to put on it, he saw Tang Bo sitting alone facing the city gate in a daze.
Song Meng was very curious. In the past, this old man always left him a lot of work and ran to sleep. What happened today? Insomnia
"Tom Bo, why don't you go to bed? I have to get up early tomorrow."
Song Meng's current style has long lost his former soldier's appearance, except for the huge scar on his face, he is more like a man in the market.
Tang Bo seemed to wake up from a dream, turned his head in surprise, then smiled awkwardly, but sighed again, looked at the direction of the city gate and said, "I didn't expect you to adapt to this kind of life really quickly."
Seeing that Tom wanted to chat, Song Meng leaned over and sat down and smiled: "Could it be possible that Tom thought I couldn't live such a life? Hey, remember that I really had a hard time when I was young..."
Before he could finish, Tom Bo asked strangely: "Is this a hard time?" Then he smiled and said, "Hehe, for you people, this is really a hard life. But for me. Say, set up a stall at the gate of this city and welcome so many guests away every day. Most of the people have seen it once. Maybe they won’t see the second time in their lives, but they will still tell me the story of their lives. This strange old man is really interesting... Hehe, I have always wanted to make this stall well, it is really difficult. I can’t make much money for a period of time, and I will always despair and want to make this Just close the stall and forget it."
Tomb’s eyes fell into memories, and he was slightly confused and said: "That day was also such a night, no night now, but the moon is so beautiful. I was about to close the stall, I guess it will not open tomorrow, and I will go back to my hometown to farm, but it is here. At that time, two guests came. I said that it was closing the stall and did not do it, but the maid was really persuasive. Her eyes were beautiful and gentle, but also very dangerous. She said that the young master of her family I was hungry and wanted to eat something hot. I felt that with this simple reason, she would be able to poke a hole in the sky and find a hot meal. Gorgeous, old man, I really rarely meet this kind of people. I think it’s really interesting, so I made a bowl for them. Anyway, I don’t make it delicious, but it’s hot enough. That young master... Hehe, I’m from I have never seen that kind of desolate young master in Linjiang City, and I have never seen the kind of death-like vicissitudes in the eyes of a person under ten years old... Maybe it was something they went through that night, old man, I am I don’t know, I only know that the young master actually liked my noodle soup. He said that it was delicious, and then left without paying any money."
Tom Bo laughed slightly, and then continued: "The maid came the next day and gave me a pack of strange things, saying that the soup was really awful, but it should be changed. It must be delicious, because the young master said it was delicious. Hehe, that tone, as if the young master only said that the day is black, the maid would go to put out the sun... Hehe, it’s really interesting. But that kind of person. Things are really amazing. Just add a little bit to the noodle soup, and a pot of noodles will become very delicious, and the business of the old man and my small stall will gradually improve. They always come to patronize, the young master is. I rarely come here in person. I always ask the maid to buy it. Of course, I don’t know if she forgot or something. She always doesn’t pay."
Song Meng felt strange as he heard it, and couldn't help asking: "That young master, who asked me to come here... Is that one?"
Tom Bo smiled and said, "Who else can do such a strange thing besides him? Hey..."
Tom Bo squinted at the sky, the moonlight sky.
"The east gate of Linjiang City, there will be at least hundreds of thousands of people in one year, um...maybe more. There are ordinary people, there are high officials and rich people, and there are also those who are high and high. But... After so many years, he is the only one who can see through and see clearly... During such a long time, I actually only said one sentence to him. It was him who said, I listened, only the two "delicious" Just a word. But the old man thinks he is my only confidant in this world..."
After pondering for a long time, Tom Bo turned his head and smiled, "Isn't it weird old man?"
Song Meng looked at him in astonishment. He didn't know what happened to Tom Bo today. He felt that he knew Tom Bo well, but today... He felt that the other party was so strange, as if he had never seen him before. Tang Bo, it seems that he is suddenly not the weird old man who tells himself every day, "Boiling on a high fire and simmering slowly on a low fire".
At this time, Tom Bo stood up, patted his butt, and walked towards the gate of the city with his hunchback. At the same time, the gate that had already been closed quietly opened. Four More than a dozen people rushed in from the city gate quietly, with a heavy murderous intent...